Remembering when the hole was filled, the old were young, the love was loved, hearts warm, and broken whole; the wounded, pushing and pleading and sharing their sorrows with some thing that didn't have to speak; but the mended reminded: we are what was and became the shade on lonely days. Seedlings are a brother, sister, and bearded-friend from Des Moines who chose to listen to others' joyful, sorrowful, and whatever-between-here-lies words, and then found a tune for them. Their songs are from the stories of grandparents, parents, and children; each generation's hidden experience etched somewhere for all to see.
I was looking at Deer Tick's page and saw the comment you guys left. From your really cool picture, I thought you guys looked like a band, so I decided to click to make sure. After listening to and really loving your songs, I thought it was best to send a friend request so that I could listen to your music again. :D
YIPPIE SKIPPY! THIS IS THE BEST DARN FAMILY BAND I KNOW!!! I wish i could be there on the 25th... sorry I cant.. good luck, have fun, and break each others legs like only brothers and sisters can! patrick
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